Alter Ego
that evil mod from hell
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- Touhou land, grazing danmaku all the way
- Seen Aug 8, 2010
OOC: How could I resist having her lose her temper? ;D
Anyway, it's not about knowing the name of the rite. It's the whole "how did it go" thing, suggesting that she knows that there's some way for that rite to go. It's just Hanako's interpretation of the words anyway. x3
Oh, and since I had a technique slot free and just came up with this neat little number, I've added the Amatsu Hananoka technique to Hanako's arsenal. I know it's sort of past the last minute, but I hope it's alright. Ish technically a partial dance of blossoms. :3
IC:
Hanako was not overly surprised or intimidated by the shuriken toss. Akane was always tossing sharp objects about, and Hanako had grown used to interposing them in the interest of not losing a team member to murder charges. No projectile of the brunette's would get through her forest's skin technique. Still, she had no desire to push her luck with the pocket-edition shinobi whom, in spite of the temper flares, she did regard as something of a friend. The fact that she had let her off with a warning without declaring permanent war suggested that the feeling was, at least partially, mutual, and so the girl restrained the inevitable question about how she dealt with her father or how she thought she been born in the first place from getting voiced.
Instead, the girl put on her usual friendly grin, "Alright, alright, Akane-chan." she replied, "You don't ask me to reveal the rites and I won't ask you about the boys, alright?" the teenager winked, sauntering into the exam room after her short-tempered comrade, who was currently busy tormenting the person in charge of handing out seat numbers. The examiner looked vaguely familiar, and as she got a better look at the scarred man, Hanako finally grasped the name. Ibiki Morino, interrogation specialist. He had been around in the clan complex once, to request the use of the Sennen Aganai, though she had immediately been ushered into another room by her mother when that subject came up. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she accepted her own seat number from the examiner, who -- wisened by his encounter with Akane and a quick glance at the casual way Hanako's hand rested on the hilt of her blade -- took great care to address her respectfully. Why would an interrogation specialist be handling a written exam?
This question remained at the back of Hanako's mind as she took her seat at the right-hand side of the class, right behind a male sound genin whose long, gray trench coat reached all the way to his shaded eyes. He seemed wrapped in concentration, betraying no side of noticing the newcomer, even as something in his manner suggested the opposite. The girl's attention was quickly drawn back to the choice of examiner, though. Even though the test hadn't even begun yet, she had a distinct feeling that it was more than just the information content of their heads that was at test her. Well, Hanako decided for herself, confidently locking her eyes with the examiner's and oh-so-discreetly flashing the scar from the first conviction his way, though he predictably enough betrayed no sign of noticing. She was a member of the Tamori clan, a member with quite a bit of misdemeanors to her name. If he thought that he was going to psyche her out, he had another thing coming. In fact, the prospect of a battle of wills was invigorating. Hanako had expected a dull session of pencil scratching where the greatest threat was a papercut, but if Morino-sensei was planning to apply his skills, this might actually turn out interesting.
Drumming her fingers against the desk in front of her, Hanako sought eye contact with each of her scattered teammates in turn, giving them a confident grin each to assure them that she had no worries about passing this exam.
Anyway, it's not about knowing the name of the rite. It's the whole "how did it go" thing, suggesting that she knows that there's some way for that rite to go. It's just Hanako's interpretation of the words anyway. x3
Oh, and since I had a technique slot free and just came up with this neat little number, I've added the Amatsu Hananoka technique to Hanako's arsenal. I know it's sort of past the last minute, but I hope it's alright. Ish technically a partial dance of blossoms. :3
IC:
Hanako was not overly surprised or intimidated by the shuriken toss. Akane was always tossing sharp objects about, and Hanako had grown used to interposing them in the interest of not losing a team member to murder charges. No projectile of the brunette's would get through her forest's skin technique. Still, she had no desire to push her luck with the pocket-edition shinobi whom, in spite of the temper flares, she did regard as something of a friend. The fact that she had let her off with a warning without declaring permanent war suggested that the feeling was, at least partially, mutual, and so the girl restrained the inevitable question about how she dealt with her father or how she thought she been born in the first place from getting voiced.
Instead, the girl put on her usual friendly grin, "Alright, alright, Akane-chan." she replied, "You don't ask me to reveal the rites and I won't ask you about the boys, alright?" the teenager winked, sauntering into the exam room after her short-tempered comrade, who was currently busy tormenting the person in charge of handing out seat numbers. The examiner looked vaguely familiar, and as she got a better look at the scarred man, Hanako finally grasped the name. Ibiki Morino, interrogation specialist. He had been around in the clan complex once, to request the use of the Sennen Aganai, though she had immediately been ushered into another room by her mother when that subject came up. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion as she accepted her own seat number from the examiner, who -- wisened by his encounter with Akane and a quick glance at the casual way Hanako's hand rested on the hilt of her blade -- took great care to address her respectfully. Why would an interrogation specialist be handling a written exam?
This question remained at the back of Hanako's mind as she took her seat at the right-hand side of the class, right behind a male sound genin whose long, gray trench coat reached all the way to his shaded eyes. He seemed wrapped in concentration, betraying no side of noticing the newcomer, even as something in his manner suggested the opposite. The girl's attention was quickly drawn back to the choice of examiner, though. Even though the test hadn't even begun yet, she had a distinct feeling that it was more than just the information content of their heads that was at test her. Well, Hanako decided for herself, confidently locking her eyes with the examiner's and oh-so-discreetly flashing the scar from the first conviction his way, though he predictably enough betrayed no sign of noticing. She was a member of the Tamori clan, a member with quite a bit of misdemeanors to her name. If he thought that he was going to psyche her out, he had another thing coming. In fact, the prospect of a battle of wills was invigorating. Hanako had expected a dull session of pencil scratching where the greatest threat was a papercut, but if Morino-sensei was planning to apply his skills, this might actually turn out interesting.
Drumming her fingers against the desk in front of her, Hanako sought eye contact with each of her scattered teammates in turn, giving them a confident grin each to assure them that she had no worries about passing this exam.
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